So, I will pretend that all this time I have been in a paralell dimension screaming at people my deep belief, something that goes like this: I HATE COMPUTERS! Just because I MUST work with computers and just because I CAN fix them it doesn't mean that I ENJOY doing so! I work 8-4:30, a BIG sacrifice on my part because I HATE COMPUTERS. After that strict regimen, I WANT my PERSONAL time to be just that... PERSONAL. And in my personal time, no one that truly cares about me or knows me should ask me to fix a computer because... it is insane to do such an outrage to lovely me. Personal time is for doing things I enjoy, as painting, writing, reading, scrapbooking, touring, fighting, being pesky, being godly... BUT it is NOT and I repeat NOT the time to go give CPR to a PC. Hate it... Not willing to do it... Will curse a lot if I have to... And you will fall in my black list.
So... After giving the reason of my dislike of computers, now my reasoning for me being in space... It took me a long time, but my best friend learned that she could only ask techy questions to me if she called me at work... Now, on Friday, one of my dear co-workers, the one that always hears me complaining about people asking me pc stuff after dark, storms in asking me to go to her house to fix her pc... I said nothing at first, breathed in and out, and managed an "I'll see... this weekend is full for me". Today, as I was dreaming of lovely forests and felines, my aunt storms in followed by my dear mother, both rudely waking me up. My mother's presence and desire to speak to me equals an instantaneous "I have PC problems". She didn't say that, she started with "I have a little money...". I was pissed. I was awakened after a deep sleep... And anyone who knows me KNOWS that is just... suicidal. I got off bed screaming, cursing, to say the least. Five minutes later no one else was in my bedroom... but the damage was done... Me, almost having a heartstroke and being at my worst anger moment... which would take like 3 hours to vanish...
Went to the house to take pictures of the watery walls as evidence of bad construction, so I have something to show the contractor... Went to get some sweets to even my anger. And phoned my dear mother to finally ask what was the matter. Why should I ask? I already knew... I play dumb so well... And so to her house to fix the damn problem... She wanted a friggin backup, and I delivered. And the PC gave its last breath afterwards, as it was foresaw. She traps me, making me take the friggin tower with me so I fix it. On the way out, she adds another tower that belonged to her dead husband so I make the OS work, and almost gave in a third she had in storage... And that's why, ladies and gentlemen, I hate visiting my dear mother... A simple how are you will never come from her lips, but a "Fix me the computer" is all she speaks to me. I screamed, I cursed, and it didn't matter for I ended up with two towers in my car's back... and not the medieval kind...
I arrived home, placed the towers in the living room, signalled them and asked my aunt if she though it was fair that the only day I have that I can dedicate to myself I had to waste 5 hours in the stupid computers, not only that, since now I have to troubleshoot, find parts and fix them in what is left of my spare time... She just gives the "I told her she shouldnt bug you" look, nothing else... But it's not in honest intent, as everyone thinks I do nothing, so what if I have to waste hours doing a little techie job? What about my own plans? I ALWAYS have to change plans to adjust them to everyone's needs... Is anyone adjusting my needs to their schedule? And if I don't then I am the evil, anarchic one that delivers foul intent and evil thoughts and actions... Right...
I am living in space. And even if noone listens, I'll keep screaming. It's the only thing that I can do... especially when you deal with family issues... And then everyone wonders why I wanted a house far away...
Gee... I wonder why...
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